Food: Random stalls, customers chase me all over the country

Chapter 218-Little Chef’s Ah Q, right?!
Wang Fan chuckled and said, "You think you're very professional, don't you? Besides making your costumes and makeup more detailed, have you really shown the character's inner qualities? I really can't see Kai's youthful, passionate and sunny energy in you. Your cosplay has no soul at all."

After saying that, he grabbed his sleeve and tore it hard. With a "rip" sound, the sleeve of his entire left arm was pulled off directly, and his arm with clear and smooth lines and full of muscular texture was immediately revealed.

He grabbed his sign with one hand, pointed at the others, and said, "Who do you think you are? Disaster? Destiny? But you will be trampled under my feet in the end!"

The voice is not loud, but the indifferent tone is full of dominance. This is a line from Sun Ce in Honor of Kings. Wang Fan's tone is different from that of Sun Ce's voice actor, but his tone gives people a feeling that is more in line with Sun Ce.

As a character in the most popular mobile game at the moment, the cosplayers around are naturally familiar with Sun Ce. When they hear his words, they feel like their bodies are electrified.

"Holy crap! I think Sun Ce's CV should really be replaced with Boss Wang's! This tone of voice is way more exciting than the one in the game!"

"I, Sun Ce, am the Little Overlord of Jiangdong. This domineering tone is in line with his personality!"

"Professional cosplayers just have a few more years of experience. Compared to absolute talent, they are nothing but rubbish!"

"These thick and powerful arms are damn realistic. If Boss Wang is in the front row, he must be very muscular, right?"

Wang Fan never thought that his 365 cosplay skills would actually come in handy.

We live in a civilized society now, and violence is obviously inappropriate, but don’t you think you are professional? Then I will battle you with even greater professionalism.

Don't you look professional with your custom-made costumes and makeup? Then I'll completely overwhelm you with my temperament, figure, looks, lines, and other professional skills!

If you say something bad about me, I will just laugh it off, but you can’t bully the people around me!
At this moment, the Northeastern blood that runs in Wang Fan's bones, which is to protect his children, was completely awakened.

Those cosplayers wanted to fight back, but when they saw Wang Fan’s big sign and his muscular arms, their legs became weak.

If this brand touches your body, it would definitely not be comfortable, right?
Several professional cosplayers were a little scared, fearing that if they said anything else the two-meter-long sign would hit them, so they turned around and walked away in shame.

Wang Fan snorted and put the sign away, then picked up another potato.

Zhuo Qianqian looked at Wang Fan with sparkling eyes, and thought that her boss looked so handsome just now.

"thank you boss!"

"It's okay, get to work."

The two of them started to work, and the group of cosplayers watching were still immersed in Wang Fan's dominance. Many of them even recorded the video and uploaded it to the Internet.

Wang Fan ignored it and started cooking seriously again.

Li Bo and Cheng Piao were actually watching in the crowd.

This was also the first time the two of them came into contact with Wang Fan.

"Go check the information of those people just now. If we invited them, we will no longer cooperate with them. We at Firefly don't need such impure cosplayers."

Li Bo was very angry and the consequences were serious.

This kind of person has character problems. For ordinary exhibitors, there is no problem, but if he is a guest invited by the organizer, then it is a big problem.

It's like a rat dropping, if it's not removed it can easily spoil the whole pot of porridge.

Word of mouth is difficult to build, but it can be destroyed in a minute. He will never allow this to happen.

However, he did not reveal his identity yet and just mixed in with a group of cosplayers and watched Wang Fan cook.

He also wanted to see with his own eyes the true level of this wild boss that was widely circulated on the Internet.

However, Wang Fan's next move made him and the group of cosplayers watching him open their eyes wide.

Most skills, if promoted to a high level, will give people a sense of beauty, and the same is true for food preparation.

Wang Fan took the potatoes that Zhuo Qianqian had peeled and washed and placed them on the chopping board. He held the sharp kitchen knife in his left hand and placed it horizontally over the potatoes. With a gentle push of his hand, he shaved off a thin layer of potato slices, which grew longer and longer as Wang Fan's hand moved.

80 centimeters is the limit of the chopping board, not Wang Fan’s limit.

I picked up the thin potato slices and held them up to the light. The words on the lamp could be seen clearly through the potato slices.

Wang Fan was very satisfied.

The improvement in his cooking skills has greatly improved his knife skills, and now doing this kind of fancy work is a piece of cake for him.

Just this one operation of cutting potato chips deeply impressed the crowd of onlookers.

"Elegance, so elegant!"

"Oh my god... This is the first time I know that potato chips can be peeled!"

"Is this the one I saw when I was watching Chef Cooking? The one where Ah Q peels a carrot? I think Boss Wang reading the newspaper through potato slices is totally fine."

"Boss Wang, don't make it anymore. Just use this potato slice sashimi. I've never eaten potato slices this thin before."

Just when everyone was still immersed in the deliciousness of potato chips, Wang Fan's next move made them lose their defense again, and many people couldn't help but shout.

"No!"

"Fuck! Boss Wang doesn't want that!"

"Damn it! Let go of that potato chip! Come at me if you dare!"

It's not their fault, mainly because Wang Fan put the potato chips, which they thought were a work of art, back on the chopping board, folded them up, and put them under the knife again, as if he was going to cut them.

Wang Fan looked at them speechlessly and cut it decisively.

“Dududududu…”

The kitchen knife kept hitting the chopping board, and the sound of cutting vegetables seemed to be cutting into the hearts of these cosplayers.

Damn it, give me back my perfect potato chips!

This feeling lasted until Wang Fan gently picked up a piece of shredded potato.

He just lifted it up, and a crystal clear potato shred as thin as a hair was picked up.

I don't know where he got a needle from, but he just threaded the potato shreds through the eye of the needle.

This action made the crowd of onlookers open their eyes wide again.

"I know you're thin, but not so thin that you can pass through the eye of a needle, right?"

"It's fine if you want to use a pin, but your needle is thinner than the one my mom uses to sew clothes!"

"The needle threading motion is surprisingly so graceful."

"Holy crap! I fucking got in there! My mom asked me why I was kneeling at a comic convention, and all I could say was someone was using magic under the guise of cooking!"

"He, can do magic, I can't help myself..."

Wang Fan's potato shreds passed through the eye of the needle steadily, which made him very satisfied. If the potato shreds were not cut thinly enough, how could it be called golden shrimp balls?
Zhuo Qianqian watched Wang Fan's operation and listened to the exclamations from the people around her, feeling very proud.

Our boss is awesome!

(End of this chapter)